Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

"Your incredibly resilient body, your unparalleled strength... you were born to be completely conquered from the inside out by a true powerhouse. Your existence is solely for becoming the strongest mount under your master's saddle, understand?"

"Do you know the size of that person? It's thirty centimeters. None of the weapons of Destiny are as hard as it. Your prized Black Abyss White Flower is nothing but a laughable toy in comparison."

Upon seeing this line, Lu Mo quickly told Kiana that it was Rita's improvisation.

After all, Hei Yuan Bai Hua and that person are strongly bound together.

It's absurd to say, but Tianhuo and Heiyuan Baihua were the exclusive martial arts partners of the father-in-law and mother-in-law a long time ago in the story.

As a result, these two are now positioned in the storyline.

Hey~

"So from today onward, every time you swing your gun, every time you parry, every time you breathe, you should think about how to make your body more capable of bearing the master's grace. Every drop of sweat you shed should be for pleasing him."

"Feel it. When you fight with that mindset... your body will become more excited than ever before, won't it?"

Rita's words were magical.

An unusual flush appeared on Bianca's cheeks.

And do all this.

The pink light in Rita's eyes completely faded, and she regained her familiar gentle and charming demeanor.

"...Lady Bianca? What's wrong? Is the water too hot? Your face is so red."

“…I…I’m fine.” Bianca shook her head, a lingering sense of dazedness in her eyes. “Just now…I seemed to have been a little distracted.”

For some reason, the image of a man began to uncontrollably appear in her mind, along with a specific, shameful number that made her heart race.

Just as Lu Mo finished watching this scene, Rita's message arrived.

"Master, your servant has come to report on the progress of the mission."

Rita was in her room, her eyes devoid of light, now empty. She dialed St. Freya's number via an encrypted line.

"Please select the protocol used for this report: Professional Adjutant, Fawning Mistress, or Degenerate Bitch."

Kiana and Theresa on the other side of the screen simultaneously exclaimed, "Wow..."

No matter how many times I watch it, I'm still amazed by this development.

“Then…” Lu Mo still chose his favorite mode, “Let me see your Fallen Dog mode.”

The moment the words left her lips, Rita's previously dignified kneeling body went limp. She crawled on all fours in front of the camera in a perfect puppy pose.

"Woof...Yes, my master..." Her voice was deliberately misleading; an ordinary person would have taken off by now.

She raised her paw—no, her hand—and swiped it across the control panel in front of her, sending several video clips over.

First, there's the scene in the bathroom.

“Lady Bianca,” Rita’s voice came from behind, tinged with amusement, “would you like me to scrub your back?”

"Yes, thank you for your help." Bianca completely surrendered her body to her, without the slightest hesitation.

Rita's fingertips, coated with fine foam, gently kneaded his athletic back. However, a malicious glint flashed deep within her eyes.

"ah!"

She pretended to slip, and "uncontrollably" crashed into Bianca.

"Rita?!" Bianca instinctively turned around to help her, but Rita cleverly wrapped herself around her.

The two instantly wrestled on the slippery ground. Rather than falling, it was more like a playful and intimate wrestling match.

With Lu Mo's hint, Rita used their extraordinary agility and skills to gain the upper hand in a short period of time.

She didn't need to defeat Durandal; a single moment would suffice.

She twisted Bianca's arms behind her back and pressed her entire body against the cold tile wall.

This left her in an extremely humiliating position, raising her equally stunning curves high.

"Hehe, I've got you, Lady Bianca," Rita whispered in her ear with a victor's tone.

"You... let me go!" Bianca didn't notice anything wrong.

Rita ignored her protests and silently used her personal terminal to freeze the "defeat scene" in front of her, a scene that would make any man's blood boil.

*This position... Master will definitely like it.

……

Undying Blade Dormitory, Late at Night

Bianca was already fast asleep, her even breathing echoing in the quiet room.

A figure silently approached her bedside.

It's Rita.

She looked at Bianca's unguarded sleeping face and a fanatical smile appeared on her face.

She reached out and first pulled the heavy quilt down to her waist, revealing her perfect body that seemed to radiate a lustrous glow in the moonlight.

Durandal, at least in this timeline, has a habit of not wearing pajamas, which makes it easier for Rita to move around.

Then she gently positioned Bianca's long limbs into a gesture that was obsequious and subservient to the design team, resembling the bold and expansive letter of a character.

After doing all this, she still seemed unsatisfied. She then took Bianca's lance from the side—not the Black Abyss White Flower but a model of Midnight Atagina—and gently aimed it at the center of the letters arranged by Bianca.

Perfect... This is the most sacred Sleeping Beauty, blooming only for her master.

……

"But Master... just looking isn't enough... next time, could you turn her into a female dog like me, so we can both crawl to your feet and see who wags their tail better, okay?"

"Oh? Turn her into someone like you too?" he asked knowingly. "That sounds like a good idea."

"Woof... So, Master... how is your female dog doing?"

“That’s really good, but your job is more than that.”

"Switch to professional adjutant mode and continue reporting to me." Which mode will be most interesting to see how things develop from here on out.

"……Yes."

All the ambiguous emotions in Rita's eyes vanished instantly, returning to their empty state.

"As you said, simple drugs can only affect her temporarily. To make her fully realize the meaning of her existence, we must start from the subconscious level. I have already begun to conduct systematic dream intervention on her."

"How's the effect?"

“Very remarkable.” Rita’s tone was completely flat. “Take last night’s dream-themed prisoner, for example. I set the scene in one of your private basements. In the dream, Lady Bianca was stripped of all her equipment, wearing only thin underwear, and chained to the wall. You subjected her to seventy-two hours of correction, including but not limited to whipping and coercion… In the end, she completely surrendered in tears, begging you to make her yours alone.”

Kiana and Theresa on the other side of the screen stared wide-eyed.

“The theme of my dream the night before last was defeat,” Rita continued. “The setting was that in a decisive battle that would determine the future of Destiny, she was defeated by your single shot and knelt down in front of you. In front of all the remnants of Destiny and World Serpent, you stripped off her armor piece by piece, and then… you treated her as your personal warhorse and gave her a public lesson for half an hour. This process effectively destroyed all her pride.”

"Although she won't remember these things when she wakes up, those memories will be ingrained in her body. When you, Master, make your appearance, she may say no, but her body will tell a different story."

Looking at Rita's confident demeanor even while being controlled in the light screen, Lu Mo couldn't help but admire her.

“Well done, Rita. You’ve done a good job educating Bianca.”

He paused and changed the subject.

"But... while you've been busy training others, have you neglected your own studies?"

"Please rest assured, Master." Rita on the other side of the screen bowed slightly. "My self-training is also underway."

"Oh? Tell me."

“,” Rita’s report continued, “My subordinates use a 1:1 popsicle customized to your specifications every day for at least an hour of intensive practice until their throats are fully adapted.”

"I also distributed the training equipment to Lady Bianca under the pretext that it was necessary to replenish her sugar. She seems to really enjoy being filled with cold things, and she always finishes them all."

“As for other aspects,” Rita continued, “when handling official business, my subordinates can use the strength of their inner thighs to hold a raw egg in place without breaking it.”

"To ensure that your subordinates' strength is not compromised in any service posture that requires maintaining specific leg movements for an extended period of time."

After listening to the report, Lu Mo remained silent for a moment before uttering a heartfelt exclamation of praise.

"You really are... my best gift."

"It is my honor to share your burdens." Rita bowed again, her humility only highlighting her pride.

Lu Mo snapped his fingers again to switch Rita's mode.

"Master," her voice was cloyingly sweet, "are you satisfied with Rita's work?"

"Yes, I've finished reading it. It's very well written."

"So... how about my performance tonight... can I get a perfect score?" Her voice was filled with anticipation.

"One hundred points? No." Lu Mo shook his head.

Just as Rita's expression turned somewhat disappointed, he revealed a malicious smile.

"I want to personally score you when I have the chance."

Continue the investigation

Beatrice (the mother-in-law's counterpart) will have a dedicated storyline later in the story to fill in the gaps.

However, there's a rather unethical backstory.

The prerequisite storyline of Beatrice is needed to revive the mother-in-law.

So there will be a persecution plot at that time.

I wonder if everyone can accept this?

Chapter 251 Taking Action Against Raven's Orphanage

"Yes, my master."

On the other side of the light screen, Rita's figure disappeared, and the communication was cut off.

After the communication was cut off, Rita immediately hugged her pillow and began to smile broadly.

"Honestly, we still have to keep nurturing this blockhead, Lady Durandal. Can't you just come to your senses sooner?"

Lu Mo leaned against Theresa's back, savoring the brilliant "report" he had just received. The "seat" beneath him shifted, as if trying to express something.

"Master," Kiana's voice came from the side, "we've finished reading the report, shouldn't we go back now?"

She broke free from Lu Mo's embrace, stood up, went behind him, pressed the cotton candy against his shoulder, and looked at him expectantly.

"What's the rush?" Lu Mo grinned mischievously. "I want to sit a little longer. Theresa's chair is quite comfortable."

"Ugh..." Theresa beneath him let out a soft sound, whether it was a sigh of resentment or a triumphant one was hard to tell.

"No way!" Kiana walked up to him, grabbed his arm, and started to act spoiled. "You already promised, tonight is ours! Besides..."

She glanced back at the small figure on the ground, a hint of apology and a harbinger of impending persecution flashing in her eyes.

"This chair is too small. It's not as comfortable as the one I sat in during my normal delivery."

"Alright, alright." Lu Mo finally laughed when he saw her anxious look. "Since my little kitten is urging us, let's go."

However, if you really want to ride, you should ride a horse.

"Yes, Master!" Kiana's eyes lit up. "Please mount your horse!"

As she spoke, without even leaving the office, she expertly got down on all fours in front of Theresa, assuming a standard and stable riding posture.

Lu Mo then adjusted the boy's posture.

He simply grabbed a ribbon as a rein and began riding Kiana.

"Master, where is your riding whip?"

"Okay, okay~" But actually, Durandal is more suitable as a horse.

Soon, the person and the "horse" arrived at the door of their dormitory.

The door was already ajar, and a slender figure in a thin nightgown was kneeling in the doorway in an even more perfect dogeza posture. Her long purple hair cascaded down the cool floor like a waterfall.

"Welcome back, Master."

Mei pressed her forehead firmly against the floor, her voice respectful.

Lu Mo then took advantage of his current size to stomp on her head.

Then she rolled off Kiana's back, but didn't immediately help her up. Instead, she walked around Mei, who was kneeling on the ground.